Sunday, December 7, 2014

A dual post: change is good, catcalling is not

Yesterday I was getting changed to go to a friend's annual Christmas party and I tried on at least five outfits that I have worn before throughout my college experience. These were my go-to outfits that made me feel confident and well dressed for any occasion, but they weren't as fabulous as I'd remembered them to be. As I kept digging through my closet, the pile of rejects on my bed grew rather large and though discouraged, I realized that sometimes you just outgrow things that used to feel right.

I've been thinking about graduating and how it is creeping up on the horizon pretty quickly, and for some of my friends it is happening this semester. I don't particularly look forward to paying back my enormous student loans, searching for a decent job, or trying to make new friends wherever I end up, but I also feel as though my time at St. Mike's has served its purpose in molding me into a better person than I was when I stepped foot on campus nearly four years ago.

Change is hard for me, but one thing that I know for sure is that it is one of the best things for us. Even when it is hard to accept that you will never be in the same place, with the same people, under the same circumstances ever again, there is something magical about what that does for your outlook on life. I love certain experiences that I've had because they were so fleeting. That's what made them special and memorable.

College flies by. It's hard to imagine being out of school and away from this place that I've come to love and consider home, but it's just the beginning of a new adventure. It's time to create new memories, try on new outfits and throw away the go-to ones.

Okay, that metaphor may sound a little cheesy and I still have a semester left of school (thank God), but what I'm really trying to say here is that growth is good. Change is good. Let's embrace it.
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As I walked home from dinner tonight with Liz, joking about life and complaining about the cold like we usually do, a car sped through campus and a boy (choice word for someone 18+) swung open one of the passenger doors and yelled to us, "What's cooking good looking?" and then proceeded to holler and laugh with his friends as he slammed the door and disappeared from sight.

I longingly gazed after them as they drove away and the boy who yelled leveled up so many bro points that fireworks shot into the dark night sky and exploded in the shape of giant male parts. I hope he's single. If only he'd left a glass slipper...

Just kidding.

It made me mad at first. Then I felt sorry for him. I feel sorry for anyone who acts like that. Society lets them think that kind of behavior is funny and acceptable because they're young and "just messing around." It's not acceptable. He was not threatening us or being profane, but it is damaging to people when they are treated like that.

I am someone's daughter. Someone's sister. Someone's friend. I am not the butt of your joke.

*End of rant that could go on for a very long time but won't because there are Christmas movies on and I refuse to give any more thought to that booger of a human being and his ignorance.
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As always, thanks for reading my thoughts (however random they may be).

xx Sheila

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